Yesterday I was tired, angry and sad.
The hay is moldy again, it's impossible to ride in the paddock due to lousy ground conditions, the walking machine is still locked, it's too dark to ride on the road or in the forest.
I was so angry that I called Birgitta and asked if I could move in on the 1st if November instead, and she said that she thought it would be ok, she would check and call me back. I'm eagerly awaiting her call.
I just can't take it anymore. I can't loose what little muscle we've gotten back.